Crush Poem #2
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Since you went AWOL I watch the news.
My thoughts blitzkrieg into your betrayal.
Victory came for some and you were still missing.
I carried your coffin for months.
A memorial was built out of snow and sun and meat.
Nobody recognized my uniform,
I walked around naked, full of the usual holes, unemployed.
Veterans met for drinks.
We talked about the wars we were in,
knowing history is for those who have none.
One said, “Everything I held too long blew apart in my hands.”
Another, “Everything I threw away blew apart in someone else’s hands.”
In my country almost none of us have arms or legs.
So I am dragging my limbless corpse around
the dancehalls and writing seminars of foreign countries
hoping to find some pristine bitch
with a tight enough coffin for me to die in.
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Since you went AWOL I watch the news.
My thoughts blitzkrieg into your betrayal.
Victory came for some and you were still missing.
I carried your coffin for months.
A memorial was built out of snow and sun and meat.
Nobody recognized my uniform,
I walked around naked, full of the usual holes, unemployed.
Veterans met for drinks.
We talked about the wars we were in,
knowing history is for those who have none.
One said, “Everything I held too long blew apart in my hands.”
Another, “Everything I threw away blew apart in someone else’s hands.”
In my country almost none of us have arms or legs.
So I am dragging my limbless corpse around
the dancehalls and writing seminars of foreign countries
hoping to find some pristine bitch
with a tight enough coffin for me to die in.
.
.
.
<< Home
